Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 71

A sound cracks through the air and I flinch, realizing –

Shit, was that a whip?

I gasp and whimper when I hear it again – snap, snap –

“I didn’t want to do this, Fay,” Kent says, his voice low and – my stomach twists at the realization – pleased. “But you made me. If you’d only been obedient, I could have spared you this.”

There is silence now, and my breath comes quick and ragged, my arms trembling as I wait –

SNAP.

I let out a piercing shriek as I feels the leather whip smack against my ass. I falls forward so that my face presses against my clasped hands. I pant, my eyes flying open in shock –

The right cheek of my ass smarts and stings –

Holy fuck – did Kent seriously just –

“Get up,” he commands, but I don’t. Instead, I stay precisely where I am, staring at the floor in shock.

“I said,” I hear him grind the words out from between his teeth, to “to get up, Fay.”

Trembling, I pulling my body back up so that my weight is resting on my forearms and knees.

“Ask me for another,” he demands.

My eyes fly even wider at this.

“Do it,” he says, his voice quick and thick. I hear him panting now, too, and realize –

Realize that he’s losing control –

Slowly, I begin to smile. And I don’t say a word.

“Do it, Fay!” Kent shouts behind my, snapping the whip in the air again.

“No.” I say, narrowing my eyes as I stare at the floor, my voice firm.

I hear the whip clatter to the ground, hear the anger in him as he throws himself in front of me, falling to one knee, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him.

“You will do it,” he growls, his face dark with his need. “Ask me. Beg me.”

“Dad,” he says, falling into stride with him. “You’ve crossed a line here – taking Fay into the basement – she is my –“

“Go and get her, if she’s yours,” Kent snarls, throwing the handcuff keys onto the hallway floor at Daniel’s feet and storming beyond him into his office. Then, before anyone can follow him, Kent slams the door shut and deftly twists the lock.

Then, safely inside, he lets out the bellow of rage that he’s been holding in – his hands in fists at his sides, his face turned up at the ceiling.

God damnit – he thinks, finishing his yell, turning and hurling himself towards his desk and into his chair. God damnit that fucking girl –

The images run through his head –

His thumb in her mouth, sliding over her tongue –

The delicious, shocked expression on her face and then, the way her eyelids had fallen half shut, as she had let him push it in deeper –

God. Damnit.

Kent pounds his fist once on his desk, the sound echoing throughout the room as he grits his teeth and closing his eyes.

But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t stop the memories –